All Chapters of The Disgraced Biker Princess as His Mafia Pet : Chapter 81 - Chapter 84

Lena's POV The harsh neon light of the service station canopy buzzed overhead, casting a sickly blue glare across the cracked asphalt. Rain misted around us, cooling the hot metal of the Harley as its engine continued to ping quietly in the dark.I sat on the edge of a concrete curb, the sharp cold seeping through my canvas coveralls, while Irina stood a few feet away. The blacked-out SUVs had pulled into a perimeter, their high-beam headlights cutting through the mist, but Nikolai hadn't approached us yet. He stood by the lead vehicle, his massive frame motionless in the rain, giving us room as his guards secured the perimeter.Irina was trying to ignore the deep slice along her left forearm—a souvenir from a jagged glass shard when we crashed through the warehouse doors. Blood was steadily dripping down her pale skin, staining the shredded sleeve of her silk dress."Sit down, Irina," I said, my voice raspy from smo

Nikolai's POV The grey light of dawn had barely broken over the estate when the first tactical report came through.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my study, a crystal glass of untouched amber whiskey resting in my grip. Rain still streaked the glass, blurring the dark pine trees bordering the perimeter wall. Beside me, the heavy oak desk was covered in satellite maps, floor plans, and thermal imaging prints of the Dnipro rail yard warehouse.Dmitri stepped into the room, his tactical vest splattered with wet mud and soot. He didn't look at me directly; he kept his eyes fixed on the Persian rug beneath his boots—a clear indicator of bad news."Speak," I commanded, my voice dropping into a low, friction-grated rasp."The warehouse is cleared, Boss," Dmitri reported, his tone clipped. "Our heavy units breached the perimeter at 0400 hours. The remaining commandos were either